| Survey at the end, survey at the beginning. (A very obscure reference!) |
[Sep. 28th, 2007|01:06 am] |
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Go to Mars.
2. See the year 2100.
3. Build a beautiful family.
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Nick.
2. Alan Broadmoor.
3. "The Hunger".
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. Itchinosi since 1997.
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Eyes
2. Hair.
3. Smile.
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. French.
2. Finnish.
3. Irish (of course).
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Earwigs (yuck).
2. Zombies.
3. Catastrophe.
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Food.
2. Pleasure reading.
3. Good dreams.
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Socks.
2. Pajama pants.
3. My Naruto T-Shirt.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS/MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. Paul Oakenfold.
2. The Postal Service.
3. U2.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:
1. Weekend Players - Subway.
2. Orbital - Halcyon + On + On.
3. The Postal Service - Clark Gable.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Connection.
2. Openness.
3. Optimism.
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):
1. I wish veganism were the law of the land.
2. I have a soft spot for penguins.
3. All generalizations are false, including this one. (Hahaha! I had to.)
THREE THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. Sense of adventure.
2. Intelligent conversations.
3. Goofy conversations.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Bilbo Baggins.... oh I thought that said "Hobbits". Reading, then.
2. Board games.
3. Stimulating conversation in general.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Have some good dreams.
2. Kill the stress.
3. Bring my life to such great heights, heights I've never reached before.
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:
1. Entrepeneur.
2. Historical writer.
3. Space warlord.
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Outer space.
2. Scotland.
3. New Zealand.
THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. Sophie.
2. Ben.
3. Lilly.
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:
1. I don't mind talking about feelings.
2. I wash my hands a lot.
3. Ooooooh chocolate ice cream.
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
1. I can get very competitive about board games, hahaha.
2. I fart often, and loudly.
3. The pimp walk.
THREE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:
1. Genghis Khan.
2. George Bush.
3. Mahmoud Ahmedinejad. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2007|10:45 pm] |
"Glowsticks, Donuts, and Samuel L. Jackson" is up on my Myspace blog. Strange dreams from this past Spring, with a moment of dreaming about writing about a dream. A mystery wrapped in an enigma inside a tasty donut. Enjoy!
http://blog.myspace.com/nick_the_phrup |
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[Aug. 1st, 2007|10:39 am] |
My newest blog entry, "Twisted Slinkies" is up and ready to be bounced down the stairs at thy leisure. "Twisted Slinkies" itself was one of my most... interesting dreams I've had in a while, and there are many others presented in this new entry too.
http://blog.myspace.com/nick_the_phrup
~ Nick |
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[Jun. 7th, 2007|04:17 am] |
"Of Samurai, Sauron, and Squid" is up on my Myspace blog.
Yup, that's what it's about. |
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| Journal Closed. |
[Feb. 21st, 2006|01:42 pm] |
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I'm officially closing my journal. I've had too many problems with self-censorship, and I have what, 3 readers? Joe, Mitch, and Jackie, bless you all. If anyone wants to talk about anything at all, IM me (I'm Itchinosi, if you didn't already know it) , Myspace me at http://www.myspace.com/nick_the_phrup , email me at flyingmegalon@yahoo.com , or call me at 781-834-9749. See yas! |
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| Two sides to every coin. |
[Feb. 15th, 2006|10:48 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tales of the Unexpected ~ "Soopertrack" | ] |
Hehe. My Writing assignment was to explain an "inevitable miseducation" in my past. I chose my love life. Yes, most of you excellent ladies who know me are in there. My thesis was that I don't appreciate people until they're gone, until they're ripped away from me. More likely I tear myself away from them. The funny thing was, my Writing teacher LOVED it. She said it was "beautiful". I'm glad somebody appreciates my dark humor. The depressed have a certain flair for describing their sadness and pain, to the point where it becomes poetry. The stinging regret of missed opportunities, the feverish frustration of getting nowhere in life, the sickening rush of dancing on the ashes of a dying world, it feels good to get it out once in a while. I'll tell you a little secret: that's who I am, that's the real me. You've all seen it before, how I get depressed sometimes. It takes a great deal of effort not to be depressed all the time, so I can allow myself a relapse once in a while. I'm getting better at supressing it, but still I'm not a happy person at heart, and no matter what you think you know about me, I never was. However, I know myself enough to realize I'll be fine in a few days, that is I'll be distracted enough with hopeful plans and happy, desperate dreams to be sociable again. Just remember that I love you all, and I don't blame anyone for my troubles but myself. My dreams are like rockets: most of the time they blow up and destroy the launch pad, but if one of them ever gets into space... :) |
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| Storm |
[Feb. 14th, 2006|10:50 am] |
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| |  thoughtful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | dramatic Bebop music | ] |
I like storms. I was just thinking about the one on Sunday. Nature reminds us, once in a while, that we ignore her at our own peril. Everything shuts down for a day, and we're stuck inside, with nothing to do. Free time is tricky, I love it when I spend it well, but hate it when I waste it. The best thing about storms is experiencing them. Drive in it, real slow. Feel the flurries swirling through you like ghosts, and see a white blindfold over your face. My favorite moment was going to bed that night. Red-orange glow, wind like banshees, piercing cold out there, nice in here. We're a part of this world, sure, but also quite distinct from it. |
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| If I were an Invertebrate, I would be an Octopus. |
[Feb. 5th, 2006|10:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Being There" soundtrack | ] |
Life is a complex mix of busy and calm, action and inaction. I've got a good balance going. School is going well. It's a delicate dance to get to every class (6 of them) on time and get all my homework done, but I'm doing great so far. Getting back into shape is easier than I thought. Going to the gym again is like flipping a switch, all of a sudden my abs reappear like crabs at low tide. More importantly I feel super awesome! Being in shape is more mental, even spiritual, than it is physical. I can feel this aura of healthy vitality that's blooming out of me . Ultimately, feeling good is a choice. You wanna change something? Then change it. Obtaining what you want requires effort. Wishing for it will keep you motivated, but only action can turn dreamstuff into reality. You can dream about home-made oatmeal maple syrup cookies smothered in grape jelly all you want, but you have to bake them yourself if you really want some (cuz no one else would, only I could appreciate such a delicate, sophisticated flavor). The One-Acts were also very tasty this weekend, "Pals" was my favorite. A lot of good characters - Chris was Chris, Sam was Sam, Kerri was Kerri. All did a thoroughly awesome job! I'm going back to youth group this week. Prepare for some yummy baked goods, and perhaps my jellyfish underwear. Today I saw a commercial with a dancer dressed as an onion. But she was totally a jellyfish. |
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| My lightsaber would be purple too. Dark purple though, not lavender. |
[Jan. 26th, 2006|08:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Lost" music stuck in my head again | ] |
Whoa! Time to update. School is in full swing. My Writing teacher is quite awesome. Quote: "Homonym or synonym or... whatever". If only every English teacher were that cool. My Human Geography teacher is Nannapendi Madhusana Rao. He tells us that geography is our destiny. Or our karma. Hindu fatalists are interesting fellows. I talked to Jesi Stowell last Wednesday, major nostalgia attack. She's doing great, and her boyfriend Pete is back from Iraq and is fine. I'm actually really glad, she's doing ok, and that's half of all I ever wanted with her. Hehe, I look back on it all now with much amusement. I blew the most massive spit bubble possible the other day, entirely by accident. I was just breathing out, and then BOOM! there it goes, like a foot wide. Wasn't too fun when it exploded. I went to the gym today. My heart rate was 175 - is that bad? Got a good workout though, my buns felt firm afterwards. I've always wanted firmer buns, about as much as I wanted purple rock candy, which I kinda wanted, but not that bad. I burned about 400 calories, anyhow. Can you believe that thing about Hamas? The plan: let Hamas, a terrorist group devoted to the destruction of Israel, participate in the Palestinian elections to shunt their energy away from violence and toward politics. The result: Hamas wins the election in a landslide victory, thus taking over the Palestinian government without firing a shot. Now Israel has to negotiate with them, instead of the much-friendlier not-quite-as-terrorist Fatah Party. Chris told me about a dream he had in which I was a zombie, and I ate him. I would make a damn scary zombie. You'd just think I was being weird when my zombie self would make odd noises and shamble up to you, and then it would be too late. In History class we watched a documentary about cave men. Some of them had these funny wooden hats that looked exactly like Wisconsin cheesehead hats. They danced around and threw spears at this poor guy who was stuck in quicksand, and who looked like Brad Pitt. I'm not sure why though, our teacher Mr. Raman couldn't get the sound to work. They were probably just going "ook-ook-ook" anyhow. In conclusion: this year is really looking good so far. My Q-like powers are returning to me. Soon I'll be stronger than I ever was, and this time Darth Vader is goin down. |
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| First Day of Skool! Ya. |
[Jan. 18th, 2006|04:08 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  excited | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 4 Strings "Diving" | ] |
I woke up at midnight yesterday. One step closer to my eventual goal of 8 o'clock, hehe. I paced around my living room thinking feverishly about who knows what and then watched a few Deep Space Nines. First season ain't as bad as I'd thought. I made my own delicious eggy breakfast. Eggs were just right, not runny and not rubbery. Later I drove Corey to school. I'm glad he and Kerri broke up on good terms; both are cool people and neither need any emotional pain. That leaves only one Masquerade Party relationship remaining. Heh, so much for your predictive abilities, Paul mon ami. Personally I no longer worry about girls and the foolish pursuit of their affections. Let them come to me. Go yak herding instead. By springtime, my situation will be radically improved, on all fronts. Failing to change myself for the better a thousand times has not been in vain, in fact it's taught me precisely how to go about it the right way. Those who learn the hard way, learn nonetheless. Oh yeah, back to my day. First was Intro to Sociology. Interesting professor. His eyebrows curled around his glasses in a box, like a robot. The first five minutes of class were silent. No sound at all but for shuffling papers and IM signoffs. Then he launched into an hour long lecture about totally random stuff. "Sociology" was pronounced "sah-sah-ah-jee". Haha, I like that one. He talked a lot about Time, how it's rare, precious, irreplaceable. Then it was time to go. I stopped by the lunchroom and got.... hmmmm. I'm not sure what it was. Pizza with black things on it. Blackened, chewy, oblong objects. Might have been meat, or perhaps veggies. Maybe. Regardless, it was quite tasty smothered in hot sauce. Next was Writing class. Teacher looked about 15, but she claimed to be almost 30. What a complete weirdo, so I'm sure I'll like her. She proclaimed her Writing 102, Section 53 to be the toughest writing class in the school, and she swore like a sailor in a rowboat getting chased around by pygmies in canoes. Fast canoes. We had to interview a fellow classmate for 15 minutes, finding stuff out about them. Normally I would hate this, but today I decided to turn off the shyness, so I did. My interviewee (hehehe, perhaps an actual word?) was named Holly. Fascinating person. She lives in Braintree, and agrees that it's a weird name for a town. She actually knows where the South Shore Plaza is, a feat well beyond my own extensive geographical knowledge. I could relate to her working in a sports bar, yet not caring about sports. I worked at Ritz Camera without knowing or caring a whit about cameras. She snowboards, I kayak. Apparently I look far older than I am, which she insists is a compliment. I've always been older than I am :). Lastly she told me Club Avalon was full of girls, Puerto Rican guys, and nasty sweaty old people. Holly has beautiful eyes, the exact color of a late afternoon sky on a clear summer's day. She was excited about my newish black Nissan Altima, her dream car, she said. After class I popped in (whoa almost said "pooped in") my 4 Strings cd and went home. Finally there came sleep after a long, good day. |
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| If only there were Amazons by the Amazon. |
[Jan. 17th, 2006|01:08 am] |
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| |  hopeful | ] |
Crazy weird dreams last night: I was going on a field trip to the Amazon, but I decided I would go naked, and holding a spear. Like a native thing. It felt good. Later on there were old people dressed as knights and wizards getting their pictures taken, and I fought off a pair of angry hyenas who also happened to be Soviet spys. I'm looking forward to school this year. Classes that I'll like, yeah. Summer will come, and if nothing else I'll feel warm, with the sun beating down and horizons wide with shimmering heat and purple clouds. Whoa, I just discovered that classes start today, and not tomorrow! Woops. Looks like I should get ready then. Hehe. |
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| Searching... |
[Jan. 15th, 2006|01:10 am] |
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| | optimistic | ] |
It's a new year. I'd like to think that the slate is wiped clean, but it's not. This is a second chance to try the things I should have tried before, and to be someone I wasn't. A chance to be a better version of myself. Less afraid, with less guilt and less regrets. This year, I will:
1) Cut the stress out of school. I'm too smart to worry about my grades.
2) Get in the shape of my life. I'll feel better, I know I will.
3) Bury the past. Bury the future too, just bury it less deep.
4) Find someone who still loves me when they discover the real me.
5) Occasionally write in my journal when I'm in a GOOD mood.
All else is secondary.
(except for the journal thing, there's no way THAT's gonna happen :D ) |
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| The Center Always Holds. |
[Jan. 7th, 2006|08:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Human League "Fascination" | ] |
Old heartbreaks fade slowly, but they fade. Life isn't easy, but it remains livable. There are certain things that make it worthwhile. When someone smiles at me, really smiles, not a half-assed imitation of a smile. Enlightening conversations are good too, they remind me that I'm not as different from everyone else as I tend to believe. Nothing compares in sheer awesomeness to sharing a good joke, especially at someone else's expense, or at the madness of the world in general. I love it when my misty wall of nervousness drops and the vibrancy of my true sexiness shines through. Hehe, you see I have this Woody Allen complex where I think I'm more attractive then I really am. Maybe. Evidence exists, however, that I truly am capable of great social feats, usually when I'm not trying and not thinking about it. Life is good when I'm sitting out in the sun after going for a swim, smiling about the totally awesome LAN party I played in last night, or roleplaying, or Halo, while being reminded in the back of my mind that there's a girl out there who likes me, who really likes me! Well, more like someone who found me. I'm sure there are millions of girls out there who'd fall for me in a second, but my problem is that I never find them. Most of them are probably in Mongolia. Of course, the paradoxical solution to everything is to stop caring about it, and it will happen. I'll bet you 8 bucks that if I devote my life to yak herding, everything else will fall into place like magical Legos of fate. |
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| Musings with a Light Heart |
[Dec. 26th, 2005|06:10 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Enya "Caribbean Blue" | ] |
10 LAYERS OF ME (A Superficial, yet Amusing, look at Myself)
LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE
Name: Nick Roy
Birth date: April 27th, 1986
Birth place: Concord, New Hampshire
Current Location: Land of Marshes, Trees, and Waves
Eye Color: Green with a touch of blue and grey, like the sea on a cloudy day
Hair Color: Brown with a wisp of blonde, of my own doing
Righty or Lefty: Right
Zodiac Sign: Astrology is utter nonsense, but I would be a Taurus nonetheless
LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE
Your heritage: French, Irish, Scottish, German, and Finnish
Wut Shoes Did You Wear Today: Socks and bare feet
Your weakness: Sometimes I give in to despair
Your fears: Pointlessness
Your perfect pizza: Anchovy with pickles
Goal you'd like to achieve: To set foot on another world and be free there
LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW:
Your most overused phrase: "Seduce Genghis Khan"
Your thoughts first waking up: "Now what was I just dreaming about?"
Your best physical feature: My bedroom eyes
Your bedtime: During vacation? Dawn
Your most missed memory: Nick, God-Emperor of Halo
LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK:
Pepsi or Coke: Milk, water, and tea
McDonald's or Burger King: Taco Bell
Single or group dates: Dates? I like the kind you find in the fruit aisle
Adidas or Nike: Whatever keeps my feet warm
Lipton Tea or Nestea: Steaming hot green tea
Chocolate or vanilla: Dark chocolate
Cappuccino or coffee: No caffeine addictions for me
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
Smoke: Never
Cuss: Rarely
Single: Yes, but aren't we all alone in this world, truly?
Take a shower: Once in a while
Have a crush(es): Always, what would life be without dreams?
Think you've been in love: Almost
Like(d) high school: Not at the time, but I do in hindsight
Want to get married: When I find the right one
Believe in yourself: Sometimes, like a glimmer of sunlight amidst the storm
Get motion sickness: My head hurts when I get up too fast, hehe
Think you're a health freak: No, but I take care of myself
Get along with your parents: The vast majority of the time, yes
Like thunderstorms: A bit of dangerous mystery is always welcome
LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH
Drank alcohol: Never
Gone on a date: Nope
Gone to the mall: More than I usually do, yeah
Been on stage: Ack no!
Eaten Sushi: Totally
Been dumped: No, which is one advantage of being single
Gone skating: Now that I think of it, I should
Gone skinny dippin: Too cold!
Dyed your hair: Not in the past month, although I do from time to time
LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER
Played a game that required removal of clothing: No, sounds fun though (unless you play it outside)
Gotten beaten up: Ha! Never
Changed who you were to fit in: No diving in the scum pond for me
LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER
Age you hope to be married: When I know that it's time
Numbers of Children: Many! I love children
Describe your dream wedding: In space
How do you want to die: When I'm old and ready for it
What country would you most like to visit: China in the Spring
LAYER NINE: IN A GAL/GUY
Best eye color?: Something stark and striking
Best hair color?: Blonde and shimmering
Short or long hair: Right in the middle, not too short, not too long
Height: A bit shorter than me is best
Best first date location: Ladies, I will bring you to Siam Cuisine, where we shall dine on glorious squid to our heart's content
Articles of clothing: Something elegant
LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS
Number of people i can trust: I trust everyone with some of me, and no one with the rest
Number of CD's I own: A few, I'll have more to make soon
Number of piercings: 0
Number of tattoos: Nada, although there is the remote possibility of a Phrup on my bum...
Number of times been on T.V.: None that I know of
Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper?: For the Geography Bee there was a whole article about me, haha
Number of scars on my body: Several, where a stone struck my eyebrow, I stabbed myself with a pencil (quite accidentally), and I walked into a door
Number of things in my past that I regret: All regret fades with the promise of a bright future |
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| Sometimes I forget how unbelievably sexy I am. |
[Dec. 25th, 2005|01:35 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Joy Electric "Winter Wonderland" | ] |
Glee! Another gift from the sky - a new girl in my life, unlooked for but welcomed with all my heart. She's the best Christmas present ever! The opposite of paranoia is pronoia - that feeling that something good is gonna happen, but you don't know what it might be. Is there love at first sight? I never would have thought it - but now I'm changing my mind. 'Twas a good day otherwise as well. I descended into the storm drain underworld of Roche Bros. in pursuit of a lost cell phone, and emerged with my prize quite dry and intact. I'm going to help Corey win his trial and I'm gonna kick ass at the Masquerade Ball. I realized something from Lord of the Rings - Strider isn't the only one who can choose to stop wandering and claim his rightful place as King. |
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